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Guardian Devil pt. 1; Matt Murdock x teen reader

Of course I knew a guy this big and muscley he would just find it annoying. But when the claws don't work well—I'm sure you can figure out the next part. Right over his insulting Nazi cross tattoo on his neck, I bit hard into his skin making him scream and holler in pain.

Now that he was distracted I used my momentum and his own body weight to bring him down (almost like how Black Widow fights). I grabbed Goliath's arm and pushed it as far back as I could until I heard the snap of his shoulder. He screamed in agony as I finished him off with a kick to the face knocking him out.

The crowd cheered and the ref came up and lifted my right hand in the air as the crowd cheered my nickname. For the rest of the night I did a few more fights, some I won easily but others proved to be a challenge.

By the end of the night I took a good look at myself and saw my lips and teeth were stained red, my right eye was swollen shut, my left temple was cut up, I could feel my organs had probably been rearranged, and I could have some cracked or even broken ribs. I put the fighting clothes back in my locker, cleaned myself up as best I could then proceeded to head back to my Queen's apartment knowing I couldn't face my uncles or Karen looking like this.

Suddenly someone came out from behind me, covering my mouth to prevent me from screaming. I was just about to fight back when I felt something stick into my neck and immediately my vision grew blurry until finally it all went black.

"Well you didn't need to put a bag over her head." A voice spoke up.

"Boss you know of our confidentiality." Another voice spoke up.

"Oh please she maybe a fighter but she's still a kid. I know someone like her and she doesn't need to be treated like an enemy. Take it off of her!" I was then hit with a bright light and the smell of what smelt like a feast made for a king.

When my vision came back into focus I saw before me some men in black suits holding guns followed by a fairly large man. He wore a nice tailored suit, was bald, and stroked some prized cufflinks that were attached to the sleeve of his suit.

"So sorry about the bag dear girl. My associates believed you to be an enemy even before we got the chance to meet each other."

"Where am I?" I asked groggily trying to shake off the drugs (or whatever the hell it was).

"A safe place. A place amongst friends. You don't need to worry about a thing, (Y/n) Perry." I looked at this man with a stoic face, however internally I was freaking out.

"I'm.....afraid you're mistaken. My name is Éowyn Ryder." I lied to him.

"See a liar already. And almost a good one too but you still might wanna work on that. Your eyes really do tell when you're lying kid. Chicken? Or do you prefer turkey?" I looked down and saw that the feast I was smelling earlier wasn't the concussion.

Before me was a full buffet of almost every food known to man. Meat, vegetables, fruits, wine and beer. A buffet fitting a king as I stated earlier.

"Who are you?" I asked. The man softly grinned and he said to me as he walked over to me.

"An admirer of yours."

"Uhh pal you do realize I'm 16. That's going way beyond the edge of creepy and illegal."

"No, no, no, no you misunderstood me kid. I mean I'm an admirer of your fighting abilities. See, there is only one other young woman that I knew of who could fight with the ferocity and rage that you do. My niece. Well not by blood but I look at her as a niece anyway. My point is, I've been watching your matches and I believe I could help make you into a better fighter."

"Sorry but I'm good. I fight my own style."

"A woman willing to fight her own way. I like it. But—what if I offered you another ultimatum."

"Such as?"

"Your mother's killer."

My heart stopped and my lips softly parted.

"I've seen the papers. God such—such a brutal, horrific, savage way to go. I-I-I-I personally cannot imagine what that did to you. To have to ID your mother in such a state. And at such a young, vulnerable age no less. Being a teenager is hard enough as it is but to be exposed to something like that. Jesus."

"How do you know where her killer is? Not even the police could find him?" I snarled lowly tightening my grip onto my chair.

"That's the thing with the system. They say they'll take care of a missing person's case, or try to find the killer. But after a few short months they give up."

"No. No. M—my uncle told me they tried of over a year." I tried to say.

"I'm afraid he lied to you sweetheart. The cops they—they didn't see your mother worthy enough to be continued. They just—flagged it and moved on to the next case." He told me.

How could they do this? They-they promised me they would find her. She was the best Defense Attorney in all of the West Side of Manhattan.

"Where is he?!"

"Now hold on. I admire your passion and thirst for revenge but—you'll need proper training in order to make this bastard suffer. Raw rage alone won't instill fear into him, you gotta be smart about it. Swift, clever then finally go in for the kill. What do you say, Bobcat?" his hand gripped my shoulder and I looked up at him.

"You never told me your name."

"Fisk. Wilson Fisk. At your service my dear." He said with a grin.

"(Y/n) Perry. At yours."